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At our library is a little basket with big, plastic, bubble letters. There are only 14 left of the original 48. Avery poured over those 14 letters and then decided out how to use every single one to make a sentence. (Please forgive her spelling...she's four.) Do Nt Bca Heteshi. "Mom read it, read it!" I looked at it, "Uhm...'Do. Not. Bca..." She interuppted, "Do not become hideous! Do not become hideous!" I thought it was clever for her to use all the letters.
Avery was chattering while I was making dinner. I noticed she was saying, "Absolutely! Absolutely!" Then she paused and said to herself, "That's just a fancy way of saying yes." She looked at Tobin, "Tobin do you want me to do the chicken dance?" Tobin looked at her for one second then turned away, back to his coloring. Avery proclaimed, "Then you should really say, 'No-polutely'."
Avery was chattering while I was making dinner. I noticed she was saying, "Absolutely! Absolutely!" Then she paused and said to herself, "That's just a fancy way of saying yes." She looked at Tobin, "Tobin do you want me to do the chicken dance?" Tobin looked at her for one second then turned away, back to his coloring. Avery proclaimed, "Then you should really say, 'No-polutely'."
Driving with children is so. . . what? Entertaining? Distracting? Like navigating a tight-rope maze blindfolded while trying to remember how to dance the Macarana? In the car, Avery likes to listen to Phantom of the Opera, and sing the high notes, over and over and over and over. Tenley likes to hiss "SHHHHHH" to whoever is trying to sing along with Phantom of the Opera. Tobin likes to intermittantly yell, "Go! Go! Go!" when you are pausing to make a left-hand turn on a busy road. Or he likes to scream the whole ride, "NO BUCKLE!!! WAHHH!" Sometimes the twins like to shriek back and forth, "Mine!" "No! Mine!" "NO MINE!" or even better is when they scream insanely at each other, "I LOVE YOU!!" "NOOO!! I Love you!" "NO. I LOVE YOU!" No wonder we women-drivers have bad repuations. Forget cell-phones; blame progeneration.